A/N: sorry it's been so long to uptdate. my laptop got a really bad virus and after all of that it deleted Microsoft Word. Dirty bastard couldnt delete something usless like PowerPoint or Paint...no it had to be my FREAKING MicrosoftWord...the one Effing thing I actually use! I'm currently writing this in the Edit/Preview Document program (THANK DARWIN) (i dont say the 'g' word cause ppls gets mad) but this is what i'll have to resort to untill i can reinstall Microsoft Word. So i'm not sure how long these stories are or what it'll even look like but I hope this chapter gets you guys by for now. Hopefully the tech guys from school will let me borrow a copy of MicrosoftWord. They're cool like that. Well wish me luck and enjoy T_T


Gerard shot out of bed. He'd been dreaming about the bombs in his home town again. He looked around at the dark room. His cot squeaked. He was still in the shelter where he and his family were staying after the first few bombings. He missed his old bed. His feet stuck out of the end of the cot. He was tall for being only sixteen. His tangled black hair stuck to his face from sweat. He missed his air conditioner. He'd never realized how hot California got untill now.

"Gee?" He could hear his twelve year old brother Mikey whisper in the cot next to him. He turned to see Mikey staring up at him in the dark. "Was it another bad dream?"

He nodded.

"It's nothing, just go back to sleep." He assured him. He could hear Mikey sigh in the dark.

"I can't sleep. I keep waiting for more bombs to hit." Mikey whispered.

"Where's your unicorn doll that mom got you?" Gerard rolled his eyes in the dark. He could already hear Mikey getting upset.

"It's not a doll! It's an action figure! Girls play with dolls!" They were both sitting up facing each other now.

"Girls play with unicorns!" Gerard spat back.

"DO NOT!" Mikey got a little louder

"DO TO!"

"BOYS!" Now they had done it. A tall woman with short black hair was sitting up beside Mikey.

"Sorry mom." They said in unison.

"What is the problem." She whispered a little sweeter.

"We cant sleep." Mikey whispered.

"We'll where's your Wheezy?" She said calling his stuffed toy by its name Mikey had given him as a child.

"I left him at the house before we could grab him." Mikey said trying to hold back his tears. She leaned over and kissed the top of his head.

"We'll get you another one." She smiled.

Gerard scoffed. "Pff, doubt it."

Their mother shot him a dirty look.

"Gerard Arthur Way! Apologise to your brother!"

Gerard just rolled over.

"What ever I'm going to bed." He said pulling the covers over his head.

Their mother kissed Mikey ontop of his head again and wished him good night.

"Night Mom." He whispered and slowly fell asleep.


The next morning they woke up the sunlight flashing in the window of the shelter. They were all sleeping in the basement of an old church along with about a hundred other refugees. Gerard sat up scratching his messy hair. He turned to see Mikey still asleep. Mikey's hair looked like a chesnut brown in the light of the window. He still had an innocent look to his cheeks and eyes. Their mother was already up along with some of the others.

"Dude get up!" Gerard said jabbing Mikey hard in the shoulder. Mikey moaned a little. "Get your ass up!" Gerard flipped the cot over causing Mikey to roll off and knock into the other cot. Mikey shouted and slammed into the person asleep next to him. A boy around Gerard's age shot up and rolled out of his bed.

"WHAT THE HELL MAN?" The kid shouted. He was thin and pale with short black hair that hung in his face a little. His hoodie covered most of the tattoos covering his arms and hands.

"Sorry dude." Gerard said backing up a little with his hands in the air. He didnt want to cause trouble. The kid could clearly kick his ass. The kid just huffed and took a pill bottle out of his pocket and popped a few into his mouth.

"Too early for this shit!" The kid grumbled to himself and proceeded to leave the basement.

Gerard grabbed Mikey by the shirt and picked him up off of the ground.

"Come on man, lets get breakfast and find mom. I'm starving." He said rubbing his stomach.


Once they got up stairs they made it to the eating area.

"Do you see her?" Mikey asked trying to looke over the people.

"How the fuck can I see over this crowd Sherlock?" Gerard snapped. "Lets just get some food."

Gerard pulled him along into the line.

"You know you shouldn't be so mean. Dad always said-" Mikey started.

"Dad isn't here! So don't fuckin' talk like he is!" He snapped cutting him off. He turned around and walked backwards to face Mikey as he got in line.

"Let's just get something to eat and-oof!" He stopped short as he ran right in to someone. He turned to see the same scary tattoo kid from the cot next to Mikey's. Only this time he had a tray pressed to his chest. He had an angered expression.

He and Gerard looked down as the tatoo kid slowly dropped the tray. Milk from a cereal bowl was dripping all over the kid's shirt. The kid snarled.

"You two again?" He was panting now. Gerard pulled Mikey behind him and backed up a little.

"Sorry, man it was an accident! You can have my breakfast." Gerard pleaded.

"I let you off easy last time! Now your ass is grass!" The tattoo kid threw down his tray. Gerard backed up and pushed Mikey out of the way. The tattoo kid pulled a fist back ready to fight. Gerard, having no idea how to fight closed his eyes and prepared for the worst. The fist made a slamming sound...but he felt no pain.

He opened his eyes to see the fist a few inches from his nose. Another large hand was holding on the the tattoo Kids. They both looked up to see the large hand connected to a very tall guy with a frizzy brown fro.

"He said it was an accident." The Fro guy said gripping tightly on the kids arm. "I suggest you get back off and let the guy and his brother get some breakfast."

The tattoo kid nodded and backed away slowly. Gerard let out a sigh of relief.

"Thanks man!" Gerard said putting a hand out for the Fro guy to shake. He shook his hand and nodded.

"No problem man. I just hate fighting. To be honest. I would have had no idea what to do if he kept trying to fight me. Name's Ray." Ray said with a smile. He was bout Gerard's age with thick curly hair and very very tall.

"Gerard. This is my brother Mikey." Gerard said pulling Mikey over. Mikey shyly raised a hand.

"Hi."

Ray gave him a nod.

"What's that guy's problem any ways?" Gerard nodded towards the tattoo kid.

"People say he's a pill popper. Went nuts after some guys in masks took his folks." Ray said with a sad expression. For a big guy he seemed very tender.

"Damn." Gerard said rasing an eyebrow. "Well thanks again. Maybe we'll see you around. I totally owe you one."

Ray chuckled a little and waved them good bye. "See ya."


After waiting in line they finally got breakfast and sat at a table. That was when they saw their mother running up to them.

"BOYS! BOYS! WONDERFUL NEWS!" she shouted. She had tears in her eyes. "The war is over!"

Gerard dropped his fork.

"Seriously?" He said breathlessly. She nodded with a large smile.

"The President of Better Living Industries signed a treaty with Japan this morning! They're having a parade this afternoon!" She reached over and hugged her sons.

"A Parade?" Mikey said enthousiastically.

"Yes baby! Then we can go home! All of us." Their mother sobbed.

"Almost." Gerard said under his breath. Their mother stopped and pulled back.

"Excuse me?"

"What? Did you forget or do you just not care?" Gerard spat. "In case you haven't noticed, we're missing a member!"

With that Gerard stormed out and back to the basement. He sat there for a while before his mother sat onthe cot next to him.

"I miss dad too." She whispered.

"Yeah that's why you never talk about him." He rolled his eyes.

"It's difficult for me. I need your help Gerard." She said playing with his hair.

"If he were here we wouldn't even be in this shit hole!" He snapped and pushed her hand away.

"Well he's not!" She said firmly. "He's dead and there is nothing you or I can do about it. I have to raise you boys on my own and I need all the help I can get from you. We are going to that parade. I want you to be dressed and ready by seven. Take Mikey and meet me in the main street. I have some things I have to take care of before we go back home. Keep a close eye on your brother." She got up and kissed the top of his head. "I love you and your brother very much, you know that right?"

He just sighed and laid back on the cot.

"Yeah whatever."


"Mikey hurry up. We're gonna be late and mom's already pissed." Gerard shouted as he knocked on the bathroom door. The door swung open quicly.

"Jeeze, Gee. Keep your pants on!" Mikey huffed. Gerard grabbed him by the arm and pulled him along.

"Do we have to go...soo..fast!" Mikey said taking gasps of breath between strieds.

"I don't wanna miss the parade." Gerard shrugged. Once they hit the streets it was filled with people. It looked like a carnival was going on. Gerard stopped for a moment to figure out where the right street was.

"I thought...you said you hated parades?" Mikey said catching his breath.

"I do..." He said peering over the crowd and then grabbing Mikey's hand. "But this awesome band is playing. They dress in black marching uniforms and play like super hard-core music! QUIT SQUIRMING DUDE!" He shouted and stopped.

"Sorry, your hand's all gross and sweaty!" Mikey said whiping it off on his jeans. "Do we have to hold hands? I feel lame."

"That's because you are. Besides mom'll kill me if you get lost...speaking of which." Gerard stopped to see over the sea of heads and balloons. Gerard got on a large car to see where he was going.

"So when we get back to the house..." Mikey said leaning on the car. "Does that mean they re-do the house or what?"

"No dude they burn down the house and start fresh." Gerard said trying to keep the sun out of his eyes.

"Burn...Weezy..."

"What?" Gerard said looking down. "AH SHIT!"

"MIKEY!" he shouted. he looked down just in time to see Mikey sprinting through the busy street.

Gerard ran close behind him. The guards of the camp were too busy with the parade to see two boys cross over the cement barriers and into the forbidden area. Beyond the refugee camp was what was left of the burned suburbs.

Mikey ran hard to their street. It amazed gerard how far they had made it. Their house was one of the few still standing. It had a few burn marks on the side but other than that it was still in decent condition. Gerard ran up to Mikey's old room to see him sitting on his old bed. Weezy was tucked tightly under his arms. The room was covered in a thin layer of dust, partly because of time and party because of bomb residue.

Gerard sat on the bed next to him. He picked up a picture frame beside the bed and dusted it off. It was a photo of the family...the whole family. He was ten and Mikey was six. Their father was in the middle with Mikey on his shoulders and Gerard was hugging his mother laughing.

"You remember when this was taken?" Gerard said with a small smile.

"It was at Disney World...Mickey Mouse took the photo." Mikey said smiling too. "You think things would have been different if Dad didn't go to work that day?"

Suddenly the room felt quiet.

"We should get back...Mom'll already be pissed we're late." Gerard said slowly. He and Mikey both looked at each other as a strange sound filled the house. It was like drums wrapped in blankets. They got up and looked out the window. The picture dropped from his hand a smashed into a thousand peices on the floor. The light of the fire lit their faces. It was all Gerard could do to push them out of the way of the smashing window. Glass filled the room. The vibrations of the bombs shattered every window in a ten mile radius.

"ARE YOU OK?" Gerard shouted through the ringing in his ears. Mikey nodded. then it hit him. Mom.

He grabbed Mikey by the wrist and shot out of the house. Mikey felt something slip from his arm. Looking down he saw Weezy shrink into the distance.


The entire camp was on fire. The streets were littered with burning debris and bodies.

"MOM!" Gerard shouted at the top of his lungs. "MOM!"

Tears streamed down his cheeks.

"MOM!" He felt his voice break. "Do you see her!" He asked tooking to Mikey.

What he saw made his heart sink. Mikey, his twelve year old brother didn't have a single tear in his eye. He simply stared straight forward at the burning bodies and buildings.

"MIKEY!" He said shaking him a little.

"No...No!" Mikey said shaking his head and closing his eyes. "I don't see her."

They both jumped as they heard a bloodcurdling scream. Gerard took off with Mikey close behind towards the sound.

From behind a rolled over car they saw a girl with short brown messy hair being carried away by two strange men in white suits and masks like Dracula. She struggled and screamed as they tried to drag her from the wreckage.

"LET ME GO YOU MONSTERS! DAD! AHH! GET OFF ME!" she shouted and screamed. One of the masked men pulled out a gun with a needle and the words "DEEPER SLEEPER" on the side. He pressed it to her skin and pulled the trigger.

"LET GO OF ME! AHHH! DAD!AHHhh..mmph." Her eyes dropped and her body went limp.

"We've got to do something!" Gerard whispered. He saw a strange white gun that looked like it was made of plastic. He picked it up. They could see the two masked men had a similar pair on their hips.

"How the hell does this thing work?"

Mikey shrugged.

"How should I know!"

Gerard found the hammar and pulled it back. It made a loud buzz.

"Here goes nothin'' He said and aimed. To his surprise a beam of light shot out...also to his surprise he missed.

The masked men saw the shot and picked up their guns to return fire. Gerard and Mikey ducked behind the car.

"How could you miss? They're like ten feet away!" Mikey's voice squeaked.

"I've never shot a gun before! Give me a break!" Gerard snapped and turned to fire a few more random shots. Finally one hit a masked man causing him to collapse on the ground. The second continued to fire. Gerard tried again but kept missing.

Mikey covered his head. Gerard ducked and sat beside him.

"How can you not hit him!" Mikey said angrily.

"You try and hit him! This thing shoots weird." Gerard said waving the gun. Mikey gave a shrug and snatched the gun up. Before Gerard could do or say anything, Mikey had turned and fired a perfect shot right into the masked mans head. He fell the the ground with a thud.

Gerard stood up.

"...Dude..."

Mikey shrugged again.

"I play alot of war games."

Gerard snatched the gun back. Together they walked up the the three bodies.

"Is she dead?" Mikey asked. Gerard knelt down and brushed the hair out of the girls face. She had soft features under the scratches and bruses. She flinched under his touch and inhailed.

"She's alive. We should probably get moving before those guys wake up...if they wake up." Gerard said standing.

"What about her?" Mikey motioned. "We cant just leave her here."

Gerard sighed.

"Fine...Help me get her feet."


A/N: Well, there you go. I'll update when I can. Sorry if there's a few spelling erros. It deleted on me once already and I'm working with FF. net editor so cut me some slack. I hope you liked it. It might be a little rushed, I have alot in store so i wanted to get to the point. Hope you liked it. Please Review xoxo